Luyện nghe bài hát The Cowboys' Christmas Ball

Way out in Old Nevada, where the waters flow,
the cattle are "a-browzin'," an' the Spanish ponies grow;
Where the Northers "come a-whistlin'" from beyond the Strip;
And the dogs are sneezin', as if they had "The Grip";
Where the cayotes come a-howlin' 'round the ranches dark,
And the bluebirds are to the lovely "meadow lark";
Where the bighorns are a-grazin' and the lonely plovers
It was there that I attended "The Cowboys' Ball."
(whoo!)

The boys had left the and come to town in piles;
The ladies"kinda scatterin'"had in for miles..
The room was togged out mistletoe and shawls,
And candles frescoes, around the airy walls.
The folk looked lovely-the boys looked kinda treed,
Till the leader got to "Hey! fellers, let's stampede,"
And the music sighin', an' awailin' through the hall
As a kind of to "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

Their leader was a feller that came Swenson's ranch,
They called him "Windy Billy," from "little Branch."
His rig was "kinda careless," big spurs and boots;
He had the reputation that come "a fellers shoots."
His voice was like a bugle a mountainous height;
His feet were animated an' a mighty, sight,
he commenced to hollerin', "Now, fellers stake your pen!
"Lock horns with all them heifers, an' 'em like men.
"Saloot yer lovely critters; now an' let 'em go,
"Climb the grape vine 'round 'emall do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, join the round-up- skip her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy, The Cowboys' Christmas

Don't me 'bout cotillions, or germans. No sire'ee!
That at Carson City just takes the cake with me.
I'm sick of shufflin's, of them I've had my fill,
Just Give me a break-down, backed up by Wild Ol' Bill.

McAllister nowhere, when Windy leads the show,
I've seen 'em in harness, and so I sorta know
Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget ya, and I'll recall,
That lively gaited sworray"The Cowboys' Ball."

Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget ya, and I'll recall,
lively gaited sworray"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."